Li Changan admired Nie Xian very much, this was the first intelligent talent he had seen in the Wuji Continent, and a crisis was quietly resolved by him.

The authorities are confused, the bystanders are clear, and as an outsider, this feeling is even more sober.

The iron-clad army is menacing, but in fact, from the beginning, the moment Nie Xian opened his mouth to speak, everything had been mastered by Nie Xian, even if he was conceited like Li Changan, he had to admit that this person was powerful.

It's a talent!

Even though, Nie Xian was just a battle scumbag who hadn't even stepped into the Spirit Realm.

Appreciation is appreciated, but what should be grabbed is still grabbed!

Out of respect for Nie Xian, Li Changan was thunderous as soon as he made a move, and Lei Yuan's life spirit possessed him, with a brilliant thunder light on his body like a divine sword.

The light and shadow flickered, and the two attacks were concurrent, one sword qi slashed towards Nie Xian's wrist, and the other went straight to his heart.

Cut the grass and eradicate the roots to prevent future troubles!

A wise man's greatest reliance is not on cultivation, but on his brain.

Li Changan doesn't want to be calculated from time to time, leaving this person is a huge hidden danger, there is no reason to show mercy to his subordinates, you must know how many dynasties in history have been destroyed in the hands of strategists.

The iron-clad army surrounded Nie Xian in the middle, so if Li Changan wanted to snatch the soul infant fruit, he had to rise suddenly, break through the gap as quickly as possible, and complete the snatching at the moment when they didn't react.

The process is very short and short.

Li Changan had done his best and successfully rushed away from the two soldiers.

But what he never expected was that the life of the leading man of the Iron Cloak Army was special, which directly made him fall short, and the moment he was blocked, he knew that he would have to spend more energy to get the Soul Infant Fruit.

The teacher is unfavorable, unlucky!

Wu Zuo was very angry, even more annoyed, he was a great master of the Earth Xuan Realm Sevenfold, and he was almost stolen by a Ling Xuan Realm kid?

Damn it!

"Dare to be the enemy of the Thirteen Princes, no matter who you are or what your origin is, I will kill you today!"

Until this time, Wu Zuo still did not forget to remind himself that he was the person of the Thirteenth Prince.

Li Changan didn't reply, took out the magic weapon hidden in his sleeve, and held it in the palm of his hand, as if facing a great enemy.

The Earth Mystery Realm is still sevenfold, even if Li Changan is not afraid, he must be cautious to prevent the gutter from capsizing.

"Kill them, the soul baby fruit is yours, plus a favor from me. ”

Nie Xian's voice came, looking at Li Changan, his eyes flashed with hatred.

Blood feud, only blood compensation, the team in front of them, is just interest.

Nie Xian didn't know Li Chang'an, but he believed that Li Chang'an had his own way to deal with Wu Zuo, and he had measured that most of the so-called mentally retarded and brain-dead people in this world were geniuses, and the reason why they had a bad reputation was only because this kind of person was better at disguise.

Like, the prince!

Li Changan's intention is undisguised, the soul infant fruit is destined to not be saved, it is better to drive the tiger and devour the wolf.

Let him calculate in every way, for Li Changan, as long as he is sure that he can get the soul infant fruit, Wu Zuo's team is the biggest threat, even if Nie Xian doesn't say it, he can't get around.

This battle is inevitable, and I am willing to take a knife in the hands of a young man.

The scene was about to erupt, and finally Li Changan made the first move and rushed into the crowd with thunder.

A team of iron-clad troops, Wu Zuoxiu is the highest, and the rest are all seven or eight heavens in the Spirit Mystery Realm.

With such strength, he is already the elite of the elite, and any one of them is comparable to the city lord of Moyuan City.

But at this time, they are the best breakthrough!

The thunder suddenly rose, with the momentum of ten thousand swords, covering seven or eight iron-clad troops on the right side, and as soon as it struck, it was the most suitable divine skill of the Wuji Nine Swords for group attack - an instant Fanghua!

With all his might, the cultivation of the Lingxuan dual, and the possession of the Lei Yuan Destiny Spirit, the power of the explosion is far better than when he was fighting with Liu Tiannan.

The effect is also very significant, suppressing these seven or eight people can't raise their heads, they can only defend, but the effect is limited, and it is unlikely to cause casualties to them if they want to get closer.

Suppressing eight people with their own strength, there is naturally the reason why Li Chang'an's cultivation is a breakthrough, and on the other hand, it is because these iron-clad soldiers are just the most ordinary monks, with average talent and qualifications, looking at the life spirits they summoned, the strongest one can only reach the third grade.

"Drag Sword Pose!"

With a light shout, Li Changan intended to reduce the enemy's strength as quickly as possible, and how many could be killed.

But at this moment, a leopard shadow suddenly appeared, blocking Li Changan's assassination in the front, it was not Wu Zuo.

Ghost Leopard, four-grade life spirit.

He has a special ability, which can teleport in a small area three times a day, and because of this, he was able to stop Li Changan from snatching the Soul Infant Fruit before.

Plus now, Wu Zuo has performed it twice, and he is very sorry in his heart, if it weren't for the number and range restrictions this time, this skill is in his body, the world is so big, where can he go.

Boom!

The sword touched, sparks splashed everywhere, and the powerful spiritual power actually interrupted Li Changan's sword-dragging style and forced him to the front.

There were two sorties, and the ironclad army suffered no casualties.

Critical!

Li Changan's face was solemn, it seems that he really has to go all out today, otherwise it will be difficult to get out, let alone the soul infant fruit.

"Stand down, sweep for me, kill!"

Wu Zuo shouted his orders, and he had already seen that Li Changan's strength was very strange, and he was obviously only a genius, but he could crush a group of iron-clad troops without the power to fight back.

This son, dangerous!

But for him, there is no threat yet.

The gap in cultivation is too big, no matter how talented you are, you can't cross the gap of hard strength.

The crimson scimitar swipes, waving like a scorching sun flower blooming in the air, beautiful, choosing people to eat.

Li Changan didn't dare to be careless, stepped on the sword, and the power of thunder was instilled on the magic dagger, and twenty or thirty swords were stabbed out in the blink of an eye.

Jingle Bell!

If you can't fight with one hit, then attack a few more times!

Change by quantity and quality by quality!

The result was very good, Li Changan, who had only taken three steps back, was slightly satisfied, but Wu Zuo's face was very unsightly, this son was able to take his blow?

Although he had the upper hand, the numbness in his hand holding the knife made him feel a deep humiliation.

I don't want to admit it, if the strength of the two is equal today, the thunder on this son alone is enough to annihilate him, but unfortunately, there is no if.

The murderous intent was great, Wu Zuo took the initiative to attack, the sea of bitterness boiled, and the spiritual power gushed out, pouring into the blood knife, wanting to kill with one blow.

"Bloody slaughter!"

The murderous aura is pervasive, the terrifying momentum is shocking, and the Xuan-level martial arts that can only be practiced on the battlefield, with this move, Wu Zuo slaughtered countless strong enemies.

The offensive is rapid, the momentum is oppressive, this move can affect people's minds, as if they are in the midst of the siege of thousands of troops, and those who are mentally fragile are difficult to exert seventy percent of their strength.

Li Changan took a deep breath, put away the dagger, and fell into his hand with the long sword on his back, but he didn't get out of his body, and the whole person fell into a strange calm.

The blade was close, and Li Changan finished gathering momentum and brazenly caught up.

"Swing!